"Papè Satàn, papè Satàn aleppe!"

These where the words of Pluto, God 0f the Hells, when we entered to the fourth circle. 

"Do not let, fear, disturb you like this, because, whatever his power,
he will not prevent you from going down further", 
says to me, to reassure me, Baudelaire. 
And addressing himself to this face, inflated by rage:
"Keep silent, you, damn wolf, consumes your rage in yourself; 
if we go in Hell, it is not without reason, one wants it thus, up there 
where Michel the Archangel put an end to your haughty revolt." 

Then the cruel animal fell to the ground; such are the veils inflated by the wind, 
they fall piled up when the mast breaks. Thus we could go down in the fourth pit, 
advancing always more on the bank of pain, which havoc the evil of all the universe. 

Ah justice of God, who joins together as many torments and unheard  punishments 
that my eyes cannot support it anymore! And why our faults punish us like such? 
It is thus that here, people enter in fright, like does over there, in the "Florillon  peninsula"*, 
the waves that break against the rocks to which they run over. 

There, I saw people, more than elsewhere, from here and there, with howls, 
mutually mutilating themselves with instruments of torture. They struck one the other 
and turned towards the dark pit by shouting their shameful refrain: 
"I entreat my own Faith, I believe in the sole Faith,
 I am of the saint herd who professes the right Faith!" 

And me, I had my heart broken and I challenged my Master as follows: 
"Oh my Master, teach me who are these people who laments like this, 
and if, at the tonsure which they hoist, they were, in some other places, clergyman!"

 He answered me: 
"All, and every one of them, were in their life so narrow minded, that they did not make 
any expenditure of their intolerance. Their voice barks it rather clearly, when they arrive 
at the points of the circle where their contrary faults separates them. 
Those were not clergyman but acted such as clergyman and in that, they replaced
 the former clergyman who wanted to impose on all, their only dogmas."

 "Master, I should know one of these shadows
 who did not suffer that, one deviates from their dogmas?" 

And he answered me:
 "Do not entertain false hopes, because the maltreatment which they subjected the others 
make them so demolished now, that you could not recognize them. 
Thus you can see my son, what sort of illusion is that of these inquisitors 
who made torment the humanity; because all the heresy  the world contains 
could not make it possible to only one of these tortured souls, to rest."

"Master, teach me now what is this Faith you speak about, 
to hold between its claws the conscience of the human of the earth?" 

And he answered me: 
"Oh stupid creatures who are overpowered in your ignorance! 
Assimilate well what my remarks will teach you.
The One who is above all, created the heaven and gave them guides 
so that each part resplendit of a glare that is suited to him. 
He left free will to the mobility of human and their Faith so that an individual 
is better provided then another, that a nation dominates and that the other is oppressed. 

Such is this diversity in all the parts of a whole which makes that, the people 
can be nothing more than a herd at the mercy of the coyotes and the vultures. 
Your Faith cannot resist that of who judges it, it etiolates and dies, 
its changes are without intermission, from which comes that the state of men is thus upset. 
All these Faith with the suffixes in ism: Capitalism, Christianism, Collectivism, 
Communism, Fascism, Federalism, Feminism, Integrism, Jansenisme, Jesuitism, 
Leninism, Islamism, Liberalism, Marxism, Materialism, Socialism, 
Stalinism, Zionism, have seen the world tearing and killing itself." 

We went down to the place from a greater pity, where it was prohibit for us to stop too long. 
We crossed the circle to its other edge, above a source 
that bubbles and flows in a ditch it forms from itself. 

Water was black rather than gray and, while following its dark floods, 
we penetrated below by a  most difficult way. This lugubrious brook forms the Styx; 
and me, I looked at it, attentive, I saw people, covered with mud, they were naked 
and their features were contracted. They struck themselves with their hands, their head, 
their chest and their feet; they tore themselves, piece by piece, with their sharpened teeth. 

My Master told me: 
"My son, you see here, the souls of the baby-boomers, these Inquisitors; and believe me 
that there is under the water, other people who wispers and who make bubbles, go up to the surface. 
As you can see it, from any side that they turn, plunged  into the mud, they say: 
"We propagated the Lie in the soft air which delights the sun, while 
carrying  inside of ourselves, our sole Dogma; now, we sadden ourselves 
in this blackish mud pit made of all the other mixed dogmas, 
at the exclusion of  our own dogma." 
This anthem, they stammer it in their throat, 
because they cannot pronounce it in clear words." 

So, we described, in the muddy marsh, a large arc of circle, between the drained walls 
and the meerschaum, our eyes fixed on those who are fed up with varech; 
and we arrived finally, at the foot of a cliff which marked the entry of the "Anse Pleureuse"*.